FMF: The Kind with Blue Lines
I pulled out a piece of paper, the kind with blue lines. I knew this is what I needed to do because my normal methods for getting back into the flow of writing were not working. Sure, I’ve been journaling every day. That was one of my goals for the new year. So I put...
Heading Out the Door, part two
If you missed the beginning of this story, read part one here. I can’t tell you everything that happened on the day of the short walk. I’ve lost many of the details, but I remember enough. I remember the way I felt…the excitement of taking my walker...
Heading Out the Door, part one
It was supposed to be a short walk. I wanted to go down the street to the neighbor’s and come right back home. I thought it looked easy and I had been walking for a few years by now. I told my mom I could do it. I would do it. Because there’s no stopping me once I’ve...
FMF: And Words Fill Another Page
The piles take over. The books stack up. The scrapbooks stay on the shelf, unfinished. The sewing machine waits to feel the love of hands on fabric again. Notebooks sit on the writing table, empty or half-used. Words hang on the edge, ready to be strung together and...